OK, maybe chocolate fondant is already passé. The noughties equivalent of prawn cocktail and black forest gateaux. But have you ever met a person who didn´t like it? And if you have, I suspect they were a little creepy and potentially psychopathic. Probably the kind of person who wears their trousers up to to their nipples … Continue reading →

Making a whole tray of brownies just for yourself may sound a bit much. But it was a Sunday, my first Sunday home alone with nothing to do and nowhere to be since a long time. I don´t know what you do on such occasions but I slob around the house in my harem pants … Continue reading →

I’m the kind of person who wanders around the supermarket in a mild state of panic, picks things up, puts them back and always comes out with the same things. Lemons, eggs, potatoes and apple juice. So it is with great pride Florence that I tell you that last Thursday I picked up a pork loin. … Continue reading →